A ritual, a plan, and a promise
Kavielle POV
His face and eyes froze, as if he had locked the feelings he had for me inside of a vault; unable to peer out any longer. I never noticed how demonic he looked. His eyes were dark enough to be black; a stark comparison to his green-white skin. He opened up an old grimoire, scanning through the pages. He pointed to a graph, the symbols and such were foreign to me, but he read a few words out loud.
"What does that mean?" I asked, innocently.
His glare moved back to me, the darkness in his eyes seeming to leak out onto his skin. "Bind in blood."
My heart clutched in my chest; his eyes falling back to the words on the page. My skin tingled, that electric feel rising to the surface. "Will it hurt?" I mumbled, terror taking over.
